Nightmares had plagued Morticia for days, their terror a welcome addition to her restless nights. Each night she dreamed of Death's embrace, of the precise moment he would possess her body. Her hands would turn the exact shade of her icy eyes as her heart began to slow its beat at the touch of his freezing lips. Nothing about the endless terrors seemed odd to her sleeping mind until one lacked an appearance from her darling Gomez.

It was this fateful nightmare that troubled Morticia, her husband had never been absent from her dreams. Death without Gomez verged on frightful, which proved to Morticia that a sinister force was preying on her. She was drowning in her inner turmoil, oblivious to the world. While worrying about Gomez, she ended up unintentionally ignoring him.

When she woke up earlier that day, he was already downstairs. She was so troubled by her haunted dream that she didn't seek him out, instead she dressed and went straight to the conservatory. Gomez had come searching for her, but even through their affectionate greetings she was distant. The weight of distress sitting on her heart was so overwhelming, she grabbed her cloak and headed to the Addams graveyard.

Morticia had been in the company of dilapidated headstones for hours. There was a strange peace dwelling in the overgrown cemetery, a peace that Morticia felt she could no longer find in their home. Sitting on a wrought iron bench near an ivy-covered mausoleum, Morticia closed her eyes and listened for the inaudible whispers of cherished ghosts.

The Addams ancestors were never shy about communing with their young relative, knowing she was always willing to listen. Taking turns, they shared their grievances and joys from beyond their graves. Morticia only asked one thing of them, if they knew who the dark figure was that had been following her. Each responded negatively, feeding Morticia's growing anxiety.

She released a weary sigh, burdened by the immensity of her emotional distress. A breeze brushed through her silken tresses, tousling the delicate strands around her face. With her eyes still closed, she drifted into her deepest fears.

"Ah Cara Mia, how beautiful you are surrounded by the stillness of eternal rest."

Gomez's warm voice was the key to opening her sapphire eyes. He was only a few feet away, a cigar held between his fingers and the most charming smile on his lips. Morticia lowered her gaze, accepting his adoration demurely. In four quick steps he was at her side, his arms around the front and back of her body, and his face hovering at her cheek.

"Tish, I've craved you all day. I have been counting down to our hour, knowing I will at last have you in my arms."

"Oh darling, I must have lost track of time. I'm sorry, Mon Cher." Morticia turned her head to meet his eyes. All he needed was a second to drown in her sapphire pools before her claimed her ruby lips as his. Her usual passion was dimmed, sending an immediate alert to her loving husband.

"Querida, what is it?"

She stared into his inviting eyes that were desperate for her familiar affection. Tenderly, she stroked the side of his face.

"Mon Cher" she whispered as if memorizing everything about him.

His every move was fluid yet strategic, and Morticia found her arm locked in his hand as he planted kisses up her sleeve.

"Darling," she tried to steal his attention. Dedication to his display of affection controlled each of his senses, making him deaf to her coo. "Darling," she repeated with more urgency. The change of her tone worried him, ceasing his loving kisses.

"What is it, Morticia?" He stroked her dark hair before fear filled his eyes. "Did I do something to upset you? Querida, you are my life, I would die if I was the cause of your trouble!"

"No, Darling." She reassuringly patted his hand. Morticia took a deep breath before meeting his concerned gaze.

"Gomez, I am being stalked."

A smirk appeared on his lips as a mischievous glint filled his eye.

"I'd say you have been caught, Cara Mia." He bit at her neck.

"I'm not talking about you, Gomez."

That statement brought her husband back to his worried state. Taking her slender hand in his, he began to squeeze her tender flesh in an attempt to transfer his anxiety. He waited patiently as she visibly gathered her thoughts.

"I am being hunted by something not of this world."

"Tish?"

"I am not fearful of things from the otherworld." She paused, her sparkling eyes penetrating his soul. "But, I do not like feeling like prey to a shadow that will not identify itself."

"My love, perhaps it is just a departed cousin playing tricks on you?"

"I asked. It is no one here."

Gomez was openly upset. He jumped out of his seat spewing passionate words that promised he could conquer any beast that dared to threaten his wife. Pulling Morticia to her feet, he secured her in his arms before shouting out to the surrounding graves.

"Listen you fiends! This beautiful creature will not be scared by your feeble tricks. Must I remind you that you are our guests? We allow you to roam freely in our world but, we could easily ban you to your cold graves. I advise you all to think of this, and act wisely!"

"Gomez, it's not them." She whispered trying to calm his fiery threats.

"This incredible woman defends you! If it is indeed a strange entity, I call upon all of you to rid us of this new pest!"

The whispers of the ancestors filled the still air.

"Now Tish," he pulled her so close she could feel his rapid heartbeat pounding against the bare flesh of her chest. "It is long past our hour."

As if it was one of the graceful steps, Gomez maneuvered her body into its submissive position. Their waltz started slow and small, their feet barely moving from their original spot. The proximity of his body began flood her form with his warmth, traveling from wherever his skin touched to her starving heart. Morticia felt his passion reviving her frigid soul. With each movement, she became more alive and ardent, matching his growing desire.

"Tish," he growled before attacking her throat. She felt herself melting into him, selfishly craving his touch. Gomez grew bolder with his actions, baring his teeth against her delicate flesh. Curling with pleasure, her crimson nails began to embed themselves in his shoulder and hand. Their lust was becoming an insatiable monster devouring their minds until all they could think of was their uninhibited need. Just when Morticia was ready to succumb to their desires, a chill crept under skin. For a moment, she felt the emptiness of oblivion and it frightened her. It wasn't the bleak nothingness that overtook her body that terrified her, it was the look of helplessness she saw in Gomez's eyes as she fainted in his arms.